La 121eme Journee de Sodome, In Hommage to the Marquis de Sade

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"Les 120 Jounées de Sodome, ou l'école du libertinage" is one of the greatest pieces of literature I have ever had the good fortune to set my eyes upon. Let it never be said that foulness is the antonym of beauty.

Submitted: October 24, 2011

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Liberté ! After such corporeal

Affront, how I breathe sweet the sugared air

Deep into my very soul! That never

Should another human's thought suffer the

Anguish I have felt! A torture beyond

Description - one which rend in twain my heart

And cleft it from my chest, still beating its

Defiance ever strongly! Be not so

Cruel to force upon me the memory

Ever more, be not so gracious to keep

Me imprisoned in that poisonous cell!

That you wept blood is of great comfort to

My conscience – that your scarlet tears have stained

Your work is a solace mentally carved

Into my very vision.

Yet I do

Not imagine you befitting such an

Odious punishment as I have seen.

Run to my arms and cry for the glory

Of that you achieved. Ne'er again will kind

And darkly wailing chastisement subject

Me to such everlasting suffering.

What beauty in its ugliness! What art

In its defiling of art! Be sad if

You must – but not that the world shall never

See your full-throated abhorrent off’ring

To magnificence, but instead cry joy!

The eternal creation you thrust from

Your mind into the light – the whole world can

Never deny you it. Smile and revel

In the sublime defecation you saw

Fit to grace such unworthiness as I.

 

End.


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